"Uh... kind of. Guess they came back, but it's still weird as hell. That kind of stuff comes at a price where I'm from, you know?" Dean shrugged, this wasn't the best conversation, but it was probably better to get it over with or maybe just let her think he had. He doubted she knew anything. He doubted anyone who'd say something knew anything. That was probably the most infuriating thing about any of it.
He took a large drink, swallowing hard and huffing out a breath before slumping on the couch, lifting a foot to sit on the coffee table again. Living alone had it's perks, other than the cat. Who knew where that thing was, though. "Is that...normal, though? Guess that's what I'm getting at. For here? Do I gotta worry about monsters snapping and killing people...then them pulling a zombie and popping back up like shit didn't go down?"